#diiamondback

             ❝ I understand what SHIELD wants to do with me -- and I’ll cooperate. BUT, I’m not sure if I will be here quite long. ❞

           with a drink in hand, she settles in across from the other woman. she doesn’t ask. her gaze is hidden behind large, dark frames. all the better to offer judgmental looks, after all. dark painted lips part, a pointed grin full of teeth. “ the city seems to be treatin’ you well, “ she utters, lifting her scotch in a mock cheers. 

     “Nay, not all of them, but you’re--what would you Midgardians say--a special case.” He smiled wide. “Of course, if my attentions are unwanted, I could take them elsewhere...”

             he drapes his coat across the back of a chair as steve makes his way into the apartment. mindful steps still WHINE against old hard wood. inwardly, steve curses when the bedroom light flicks on before he even steps into the room. ❝  ——– i didn’t expect you to still be UP. ❞

they were playing a game in which the books claimed to be truth or dare. being the dauntless leader, eric always chose the option of dares rather than risk spilling any details on his cranial map. rachel could of asked the man to down a bottle of whiskey, or rather - inject himself with a random serum - but she had to chose the relentless option to camp out in abnegation.

                           ❛ 's on the house. ❜